Stories Collected While Living in France
In a garden where irises, roses, and an 150 year old linden tree stood, we went to a private brocante set up just for us.
Table after table of French antique textiles.
Boutis,
Silk,
Linen,
Monograms,
Cottons,
Ribbons,
Patchwork,
Feathers,
Altar silk cloth….
Layers upon layers of textured history.
Holy Cow! You have friends in high places!
SWOON!
I’m wondering, were I to come along on one of these jaunts, how much moolah I’d need to come prepared to part with at these wonderful private brocantes and the public ones too. Oh my, that might be a good amount.
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